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Chapter 4: A night together

EPOV

I sat quietly on the kitchen chair and listened to my mother as she grumbled about working on a Saturday. She was an interior designer; she helped people create harmony around their houses. It was a nice job.

"Did you even eat today?" she asked suddenly, narrowing her eyes at me.

"Yes," I moaned for the hundredth time. I had eaten – a lot. It wasn't my fault I was pale, being drained of blood had this effect on me. "I even finished my homework."

"You usually finish it on time," she pointed out and started preparing dinner. "Will you help me with this?" She held an onion out to me and I jumped to my feet, ready to help her. That's when the weakness came back and I swayed. I prayed she hadn't seen it, but she had.

"You're starting to worry me, honey." She felt my forehead. "Are you sure you are okay?"

"Yes, Mom. I am positive." I took the knife and started cutting the onion. She kept eyeing me speculatively.

Maybe Bella had been right about 'too much, too soon'. I remembered how I felt when I saw her drinking from me. The sensation was indescribable. I had felt my blood leaving my body. I felt how gentle she tried to be, how her red eyes bore into mine while she licked me. I bit on my lip to prevent myself from moaning. It was normal to find that erotic, I'd seen too many movies on the subject to think otherwise, but seeing the real thing… it was much more intense. I wanted to see her drinking from me every time she needed. And the kiss… Oh God.

"Did you cut yourself?" Mom asked from my left, worried.

I looked down and then at her. "Nope."

"I thought you had. You just groaned."

Oh fuck, I had to be careful with my thoughts around her. I helped her with the stew then took my plate upstairs to watch a movie. I had to be away from her for a little while; she knew me all too well.

"Must you bring that stench here?" Bella groaned from atop of my bed.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Your food… It's downright gross."

I laughed at her scrunched nose and she narrowed her eyes at me. "Movie?" I offered.

"Sure," she agreed, turning slightly to the side and leaning against the wall. I stayed at my desk while I ate, and halfway through the movie, I took the plate down. The kitchen was empty, and I breathed a sigh of relief – no more questions. I grabbed a bottle of water and made my way back to my room where I locked the door.

I sat next to Bella and couldn't help but smile at how focused she was on the movie. She smiled and opened her arms, never taking her eyes off the screen. I nestled there on her cold chest and sighed. It felt so right to be there. I pressed my cheek to her breast and glanced up at her face. She was one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen, which had to be expected since she was a vampire.

A weird sound came from her body, and when I realized it was just the air going and coming from her lungs, I couldn't help but chuckle. She was fascinating.

"Aren't you watching the movie? You wanted it."

"You're far more interesting," I told her and closed my eyes. I could feel the blush coming.

"I'm still waiting for you to realize how dangerous I am."

"That won't happen. Not even Jake can take me away."

"Ah, he will be a problem. He told me about a treaty," she whispered and stroked my hair.

"Yeah, but it has to be on their land, not here."

"I'm sure, otherwise he would have made justice by now. I really wish there was some other way…" she mused and peered down at me. "I never had a problem with being close to humans, feeding or… just being close."

A sudden thought occurred to me, and it made my stomach lurch. I sat up and looked at her, surprised. Was she telling me what I thought she was?

"What's wrong, Edward?" Bella asked, confused, and touched my cheek.

"You have… Did you… Oh…" I wasn't very articulate.

"Sorry?" she asked amused.

"You're like… sort of a… how is that named?" I wondered, raking my brain for the right word. There was a name they used for female vampires that had sex with their preys. It started with 's', but for my life if I could remember it.

"Tell me what it is. Maybe I can help," she offered.

I blushed and looked down at the bed sheet. "I'll think about it…"

"Do you want to know if I was with… other men I had drunk from?"

I gulped embarrassed. Why was I so easy to read? Why? I nodded tentatively.

"The answer is yes, but before you jump to any conclusion…you have to know that it didn't mean a thing."

"I see," I muttered.

"Do I have to repeat that no one holds my interest beside you?"

"But you won't do that with me."

"I think we should be happy that I could kiss you without hurting you," Bella told me seriously. "Let's think about other things later when I have gained some confidence in myself around you."

BPOV (I switched POVs accidentally – sorry)

"But we kissed!"

"And I don't think I'll put you in such a risk any time soon," I added with finality. "What time do you usually go to sleep?" I asked before he could retort. I knew the answer, of course, but I had to distract him.

"Ten, but something tells me you already knew that," Edward grumbled.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well for starters, you waited in my room that night without me mentioning where it is. And you are far too comfortable here for someone that just saw the room."

"You're quite perceptive."

"So, am I right?" he wondered.

"Maybe…"

His green eyes widened and his heart started beating faster as that adorable blush appeared in his cheeks. "So silly of me… of course you know," he muttered.

I laughed and moved off the bed. "I was wondering how long it would take you to realize it."

He looked at me amused then sighed and went to his closet. "Are you staying again?"

"If you want me to?"

"Always, Bella. Just hold on a second."

I nodded, and he went to his nightly routine. He was faster than the other nights. However, when he left the bathroom, he didn't come right back, which surprised me. When I heard him saying 'goodnight' to his parents, I couldn't help but smile. They had done a great job at raising him. I didn't know how many teenagers these days did that.

As I waited for him to make his way back to his room, I saw a muffin from earlier today that he had abandoned when he forced me into doing homework. The door opened and Edward stepped inside, closing the door softly. He made a beeline to the bed, where he snuggled under the blankets.

"It's sort of cold in the hallway," he explained although I didn't question his actions. Every human was different and cute in their mundane actions.

"Then I'll sit here," I told him.

"You could lie over the blanket," he protested.

"I don't think so." I watched him turning onto his side and watching me for a few minutes.

"It seems like we've known each other for years," he finally whispered.

"That's kinda true." I couldn't help but laugh at his confused face. "We attend the same school and we have a few classes together," I supplied.

"Right. You know what I mean!"

"Sure I do. Aren't you tired?"

"Not quite. Actually, I'm kind of hungry but it's too cold in the hallway."

I laughed at his impediment and glanced at the forgotten muffin. "Muffin?" I suggested.

He quirked an eyebrow then burst in laughter, burrowing his head in his pillow to muffle the sound.

"What could be so funny?" I wondered aloud, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Calling me names?" he asked, amused and trying to get a hold of his laughter.

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Actually, I was offering you this forgotten muffin."

"Crap," he mumbled, and I saw the rush of blood in his cheeks from across the room.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," I told him seriously and went to him, putting the cookie in his hand.

"It was your idea!" he muttered. "The food analogy."

"I thought we were over that, but if you insist, I could call you muffin," I teased him. I smiled when I heard his heart stuttering and his cheeks reddened further.

When he finally fell asleep, I took my spot on the floor next to his bed. One of the changes was that he was holding tightly on my hand and had a small smile on his face.

I was worried about everything that was to come. I had never been this worried before. I had quite a peaceful life. Thank you, Edward, for spicing it up.

The wolves were keeping an eye on me and that made my hair stand up. Edward's friend seemed like an alright guy, the only off thing was his nature. I could see Jacob was just a teenage boy, I knew, if I put my mind to it, I could make him do as I said. He wanted Edward, his best friend, to be okay. I was the wrong thing in this story.

I sighed and returned my eyes to Edward's face, shocked to see his eyes open and watching me.

"Are you awake?" I whispered, hoping I was seeing things.

He gave me a small smile and removed his hand from mine, burying it under the blanket. "Sorry, I got a little cold."

I leaned to kiss his cheek. "Don't think that you are offending me. I'm sorry I didn't realize that your hand was freezing."

He nodded and closed his eyes. I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing. He wasn't going to remember this in the morning. I stroked his hair a little then moved to his desk chair. My eyes fell on the photos there, and I found myself smiling as I watched Edward at different stages of his life. Toddler Edward was the sweetest and cutest thing I had ever seen, dressed in blue overalls, sitting serious in his tall chair waiting for food. There were a couple of him around age three or four, and he was in front of the house digging in the dirt, proud of himself. There was a picture with a freshly toothless Edward, blood still on his lip as he held his first fallen tooth to the camera. A few years later, he was outside with a little cat in his arms, not aware he was being watched. I never took him to be a cat person, or any animal person. The last two pictures were the newest. One was taken on what appeared to be his first day of high school, and the last one was taken at Christmas. He was between Jacob and that girl he had talked outside with, Leah. He was a little too close to her, but I brushed that jealous feeling aside.

Next, I scanned his desk, which was too neat for a teenage boy. Schoolbooks were precisely stacked in the corner, essays sitting on a little tower of their own next to his notebooks. Actually, after looking around the room again, it was really clean. His mother must be working hard with two men in her house. She was always busy with her job, she seemed to find time to clean the house, cook and bake Edward's muffins.

Edward mumbled something from behind me, and I returned to his side, sitting at his feet. He flopped on his back and put his arm over his eyes. His feet pressed into my leg and I put my hand on them wondering what he was dreaming about. An alarm went off somewhere in the house, and I knew that his mother was awake. I had to leave. I was determined to allow him to spend a whole day with his parents.

I heard his mother coming to his room and quickly rolled under his bed.

Why was she here?

She approached the bed, and I imagined her tugging the blanket better over his chest. I could hear Edward's heart beating faster as if he was waking up. He groaned loudly.

Was she insane? Why was she waking him up so early?

"What Bella?" he moaned.

I grinned. He thought it was I. But then my grin fell when his mother huffed.

"Edward!" she hissed. "It's me. Your mother!" she said pointedly.

"OH! Hi, Mom," he said softly, his heart betraying him.

"You know what today is, right?" she wondered.

"The day I can get one more hour of sleep?"

"Unfortunately, no, and how much sleep do you need, kiddo? You went to bed around nine!"

"What's today, Mom?"

"Your Dad's birthday!" she hissed.

"Oh, crap! I forgot."

"I figured as much. I will work on a cake while you go shopping for a present."

"This isn't fair! He gets to sleep more," Edward grumbled and planted his feet on the floor, hissing. A second later, his feet disappeared. They were back on the bed, probably under the blanket. His mother laughed quietly.

"I told you to start wearing those slippers. It's pretty cold around here."

"Yes, Mom."

"I'll make you two sandwiches. You better be downstairs in five minutes."

"Sure."

We were both silent until his mother's steps disappeared down the stairs.

"Bella?" he whispered.

I came from under the bed, planting my hand over his mouth before he could scream. "Sorry, it was the best choice," I apologized.

"Are you coming with me?" he asked once his heart settled down.

"If it would make you happy?"

"Immensely. Now, I'll brush my teeth before Mom shouts more. Where can I meet you?"

"How about the side of the road, near the dirt road that leads to my house?" I asked him.

He smiled and got out of the bed, cringing. "I'll see you in a bit," he mumbled and sprinted to the door.

I couldn't help but linger, and when he came out the front door, I was still in the shadow of the trees in front of his house. I made sure his mother wasn't looking before I darted to his car, going inside.

When Edward entered the car and snapped his seat belt, he glanced in my direction and shouted.

"Holy crap! Don't do shit like that, Bella," he groaned and clutched at his chest.

"Sorry," I whispered and shrugged.

"Sure you are!" He started the car and sped out of the town.

"Where to?"

"Port Angeles. I have a list."

We were in the assigned shop, and Edward was wandering through the aisles, trying to get everything from the list as I pushed the cart and watched him mesmerized.

"Do you like to help your parents?" I asked, watching as he looked between two colognes bottles.

"Well it's not really my favorite thing, but I know that I have to. I mean… they are my parents," he pointed out, glancing at me. "Can you help me?"

I went next to him and peeked at the colognes. One smelled horrible and the other smelled a little better.

"I'm not a great fan of those artificial scents, but this one smells better," I told him pointing to the blue one.

"I thought so. Okay, I'll get it." He put a box in the cart then turned to me. "We can go now. I think I got everything."

"What about a paper bag? A gift bag, I mean."

"Oh right!" he moaned and took the cart from my hands, pushing it to the gifts and greeting cards area. "You know…I don't know if it is a good idea, but would you like to come with me?"

"Where?"

"Back home. I'd like to introduce you to them." His cheeks turned pink as he looked intently at the bags.

"You know I want them to know that you are seeing me," I reminded him.

"Not because of that," he hissed, turning to me. "I want them to know you as…" He gulped and dropped his gaze.

"You want to tell them about me?" I wondered, slightly afraid and confused.

"Yes. Just…they…you…oh crap!" he groaned and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't want to ask this in a store but…I'd like to introduce you to them as my girlfriend."

"Really?" I asked astonished.

"Unless you have a problem with that."

"That would be lovely!" I shouted with a girly giggle then clapped a hand over my mouth. Edward laughed and sighed in relief.

"You act so normal sometimes…"

"Yeah, practice makes perfect," I said sheepishly and took his hand, squeezing it.

"Let's head back and do this!"

"Now?"

"Yes, why? Is that a problem?"

"Ummm she will want me to stay over probably. Can't we do it some other day? Please, Edward."

"You can pretend to eat." He sounded so heartbroken.

"Okay, okay. I have just eaten if she asks something."

"That's my girl!" he beamed at me and wrapped his arm around my neck. I stiffened as his sweet scent engulfed me. "Ooops."

I caught his wrist, not allowing him to retract his hand. "I have to get used to this."

"The Earth wasn't created in a day, Bella," he said softly and took his arm back. "I understand. I guess."

My little human was perfect.

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